Cicero: “And yet it is in sleepers that souls most clearly reveal their divine nature; for they foresee many events when they are…”

Again, is there not the fact that the wisest man ever dies with the greatest cheerfulness, the most unwise with the least?

But my soul, I know not how, refusing to be kept down, ever fixed its eyes upon future ages, as though from a conviction that it would begin to live only when it had left the body.

Now, old age is as it were the playing out of the drama, the full fatigue of which we should shun, especially when we also feel that we have had more than enough of it.

But if I am wrong in thinking the human soul immortal, I am glad to be wrong; nor will I allow the mistake which gives me so much pleasure to be wrested from me as long as I live.